Questioning The Questions Poem by Patti Masterman

Why not ask a bird just how high freedom lies;
Or the wind, the direction of a sigh?
Or why happiness waits it's life upon a word,
And why the best of those must go unheard?

Questioning the questions,
Of answers, so far away,
Lest we once forget
We soon live a different day.

The dead must hear the secrets
We would wait our whole life for;
In cold completeness, they won't care
That you finally found that door.

Questioning the questions,
Of answers, so far away
Lest we once forget
That there's nothing left to say